01/31/2026
The Limerick of Bricksy Fails
There once was a dog named Brick
who got so terribly sick.
Many meals he didn’t eat,
not so much as a treat,
so we laid around watching Netflix.
Today he refused breakfast,
didn’t even try to get grassed.
But lunch he agreed,
which felt like a lead,
that better might come unsurpassed.
Psyched that dinner he just ate,
though only a third of a plate.
His temperature’s down,
hopefully he’s turned it around,
now all I can do is wait.